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WHO: Lucian and you!
WHERE: All around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Fog, some music, stuff like that.
WARNINGS: CW: violence for the darker prompts.
one;
[ Lucian did not easily feel fear.
This might some sort of detriment in other situations, but the lack of emotion enabled him to observe the fog without much detriment to himself. Not needing sleep meant that he could walk the streets all night long, notebook in hand so that he may take down what he sees. He might look like a ghost from a distance given his height, his white hair glittering faintly in the streetlights' dimmed glow - but he is no ghost, which he will make clear to anyone who runs into him.
With how he's actively seeking out disturbances, perhaps he will walk into your memory made real. ]
two-A;
[ Or perhaps you will walk into his. The memory springs up around you as ash and smoke rolls in with the mist, carrying with them the smell of charred grass. There are the sounds of a large battle and silhouettes of people fighting in the fog, but they seem to be oddly far away. Spells of fire ignite before fizzling out a moment later, sword clashing against sword, the deep boom of a cannon. What is not so far away are pinpricks of light on the night sky, falling ever so closer. Bombs? Meteors? Who knows?
Lucian appears from the fog, his hair tousled by an unseen wind. Grim determination reflects on his face, his eyes not their usual grey but instead a bright gold -
- the ground shivers beneath you before turning into a full-scale quake, evoking an impact tremor. ]
You there; quickly, you must leave this place. It is not safe, I fear the buildings might come down.
[ Slivers of light wink into existence around his hands, accompanied by a half-moon halo behind his head. He does not seem intent on moving. ]
two-B;
[ This memory is his. Of that, he has no doubt. What he does not know is how to cease it. Without such knowledge, he cannot move - what if it spreads, and engulfs the city in an unseen battle? That would be yet another blight upon his name.
Lucian stands in the midst of a shadowy battlefield, soldiers armed with rifles shooting at shamans and their conjured spells. Wraiths of tigers and other large beasts weave between the fog, pacing between master and opponent. Should you pass too close, one of them might lunge out of the mist - only for their claws to pass harmlessly through you, dissipating into nothing. These are ghosts, he's come to realize. Ghosts that still move and attack despite their lack of corporeal form, for he had not been physically at the place. This is a vision; a projection.
That doesn't stop it from inflicting terror on anyone walking through it. It is still a battlefield, after all. ]
three;
[ It is not often that one finds Retrospec's door ajar, and Lucian is not one to pass up this opportunity. Perhaps he has called you up for a little exploration, or that you have met at its entrance - whichever it is, he would be regarding its interior with a pensive expression. ]
I do hope they will deign to give us more answers this time.
[ He's in much better condition to explore, and he will take advantage of that. ]
There is too much at stake.
four;
[ One way to show resistance to all the fear around would be to aggressively enjoy oneself. Or at least, that is what Lucian has decided for this month - and he will live up to it, if only because it would give him chances to feel emotions again.
He may be at the local Suncents asking your opinion on the new Pumpkin Cream Latte, or in the park with his violin dispensing music into the breeze. These may be odd things to do on a fall weekend, but do it he will. In this way, a quiet rebellion of a single old man. ]
Do you like autumn?
[ A question offered to anyone who might entertain him conversation, on the street or otherwise.
(He must know. He must remember how it is, to feel.) ]
wildcard;
[ Lucian runs a small clinic in Chata and he has left his number on the Directory for Retrospec users. Feel free to visit him regarding physical changes or more mundane ailments, he'll always be there to offer a listening ear. Otherwise, throw me a wildcard and I'll roll with it! I'm also on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
haemoglobin for plotting purposes. ]
WHERE: All around Recolle
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Fog, some music, stuff like that.
WARNINGS: CW: violence for the darker prompts.
one;
[ Lucian did not easily feel fear.
This might some sort of detriment in other situations, but the lack of emotion enabled him to observe the fog without much detriment to himself. Not needing sleep meant that he could walk the streets all night long, notebook in hand so that he may take down what he sees. He might look like a ghost from a distance given his height, his white hair glittering faintly in the streetlights' dimmed glow - but he is no ghost, which he will make clear to anyone who runs into him.
With how he's actively seeking out disturbances, perhaps he will walk into your memory made real. ]
two-A;
[ Or perhaps you will walk into his. The memory springs up around you as ash and smoke rolls in with the mist, carrying with them the smell of charred grass. There are the sounds of a large battle and silhouettes of people fighting in the fog, but they seem to be oddly far away. Spells of fire ignite before fizzling out a moment later, sword clashing against sword, the deep boom of a cannon. What is not so far away are pinpricks of light on the night sky, falling ever so closer. Bombs? Meteors? Who knows?
Lucian appears from the fog, his hair tousled by an unseen wind. Grim determination reflects on his face, his eyes not their usual grey but instead a bright gold -
- the ground shivers beneath you before turning into a full-scale quake, evoking an impact tremor. ]
You there; quickly, you must leave this place. It is not safe, I fear the buildings might come down.
[ Slivers of light wink into existence around his hands, accompanied by a half-moon halo behind his head. He does not seem intent on moving. ]
two-B;
[ This memory is his. Of that, he has no doubt. What he does not know is how to cease it. Without such knowledge, he cannot move - what if it spreads, and engulfs the city in an unseen battle? That would be yet another blight upon his name.
Lucian stands in the midst of a shadowy battlefield, soldiers armed with rifles shooting at shamans and their conjured spells. Wraiths of tigers and other large beasts weave between the fog, pacing between master and opponent. Should you pass too close, one of them might lunge out of the mist - only for their claws to pass harmlessly through you, dissipating into nothing. These are ghosts, he's come to realize. Ghosts that still move and attack despite their lack of corporeal form, for he had not been physically at the place. This is a vision; a projection.
That doesn't stop it from inflicting terror on anyone walking through it. It is still a battlefield, after all. ]
three;
[ It is not often that one finds Retrospec's door ajar, and Lucian is not one to pass up this opportunity. Perhaps he has called you up for a little exploration, or that you have met at its entrance - whichever it is, he would be regarding its interior with a pensive expression. ]
I do hope they will deign to give us more answers this time.
[ He's in much better condition to explore, and he will take advantage of that. ]
There is too much at stake.
four;
[ One way to show resistance to all the fear around would be to aggressively enjoy oneself. Or at least, that is what Lucian has decided for this month - and he will live up to it, if only because it would give him chances to feel emotions again.
He may be at the local Suncents asking your opinion on the new Pumpkin Cream Latte, or in the park with his violin dispensing music into the breeze. These may be odd things to do on a fall weekend, but do it he will. In this way, a quiet rebellion of a single old man. ]
Do you like autumn?
[ A question offered to anyone who might entertain him conversation, on the street or otherwise.
(He must know. He must remember how it is, to feel.) ]
wildcard;
[ Lucian runs a small clinic in Chata and he has left his number on the Directory for Retrospec users. Feel free to visit him regarding physical changes or more mundane ailments, he'll always be there to offer a listening ear. Otherwise, throw me a wildcard and I'll roll with it! I'm also on plurk at
three
Ja, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Unfortunately, I doubt we'll be that lucky. Still, it's worth checking as much of this building as we can, wouldn't you say?
[His accent is very thick and very German and he's still smiling cheerfully.]
no subject
We would not know what we find if we do not try.
[ Said sagely, before: ]
Ah, but did you bring any weapons for the nonce?
no subject
I did, ja! I wouldn't show up here unprepared!
[Never mind that the briefcase doesn't look like it'd be a very efficient weapon on its own.]
no subject
Very well. I have my phone and a battery pack, I shall try recording what we see.
[ They'll go in now. It's empty as ever, though... festive, too. Lucian holds up his phone and does a scan of the room. ]
no subject
[He'll let Lucian handle that though, and he follows the other man in.]
I have to wonder if they left the doors open for us on purpose...
no subject
[ He tilts his head at the man's next question. ]
The previous times have given us key pieces of information. It should definitely be on purpose.
no subject
[Hmm. Oh well. He shrugs it off like it's not a big deal.]
Well, let's see what we can find in here anyway! It's bound to be something at least moderately important!